Farah is 6 months old now. She's laughing and smiling a lot. She's such a sweety-pie. She's still small. You won't go 'Oooooooh, what chubby cheeks!' when you see her but she's still cute. (And I will continue doing all these self-praises so get used to it. Ha!)
She's still on breastmilk. Hooray! She's had at least 6 months of something truly organic. Hopefully there's some magic in the milk which will enhance her immunity which hasn't been all that great.
She had her first taste of cereal last week. Heinz Organic Rice Cereal + breastmilk. The first time, I prepared half a bowl of it and she had all of half a teaspoon worth of the mixture. She pushed the rest out of her mouth with her tongue. I'm going organic with her cereal because she's had enough chemicals in her already. She's had lots of paracetamol, tamiflu (yes, that hallucination-inducing stuff), salbutamol and a variety of nose drops.
Her sleeping pattern is impressive! Being the darling that she is, she falls asleep by 8pm and does not wake up til 7am. This is an angel, I tell you. Lest you think I'm boasting, I'd like to remind you that my beloved firstborn woke up for her night feeds up to 6 times a night. Now, that same person is still waking up at least once a night. Not for milk but, I suppose, just out of (really bad) habit.
Back to Farah. She can soothe herself - because she's a thumbsucker. Well, more like fingers-sucker. She sucks her index and middle fingers at the same time. The older one was never a thumbsucker but I'm beginning to see the beauty in this. Thumbsucking allows her to soothe herself while waiting for the milk-provider to be ready. I was worried that the practice makes her not want milk but such thoughts show that I have underestimated babies. If they are hungry, they will cry for milk.
She's moving about a lot now. She's never at the same spot for a long time. I always put her on a small mattress which is placed on top of a mat in the living room but she always wiggles her way to the floor. If I'm not careful and leave the main door open, I'll most probably find her along the corridor cos she's small enough to wiggle her way through the grille.
I think that is all I have to say about Farah for now. I am sure I'll think of eight more things to say about her moments after I've switched off the computer later.
Just added: This is a scary picture of Farah. She's trying to impersonate me. Sigh. That's how I look when I try to dance (all in the name of entertaining them). The nerve of that girl...
